Healing

skin heals
and so does
the heart

sometimes

but one tells
more truth about its progress

one stands right
in your stare
while the other talks

all sorts of softlys
or sharp-- go aways--
that may tell nothing
of what lays under

scars that show
tell time

scars that hide
live random lives
generally long
and full

bites
may be nothing more
than a blanket
on past hurts
holding warm
and protected
wounds
still sore
and cold

no look
can tell me
all of how well you are
nor you
all of me